CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155: I WILL TAKE YOU OUT

"It’s on fire."

Zhan Hanjue grabbed Ye Ningwan, instinctively shielding her.

Ye Ningwan smirked, pretending not to care.

"Let’s go."

Without hesitation, Zhan Hanjue held her tight and headed out.

However, upon reaching the door, he kicked it, only to find it was locked from the outside.

"The door’s locked?" Ye Ningwan asked, observing his expression.

Zhan Hanjue nodded, his face serious.

"Looks like someone wants us dead."

The fire grew rapidly.

And it’s not just one burning point; inside to outside, outside to inside, everywhere is burning to ensure their demise.

The flames were spread in all directions, making escape impossible even if they broke the door.

Zhan Hanjue moved Ye Ningwan to a less fiery spot.

Watching the raging fire, his brows furrowed, he suddenly hugged her tightly.

"Do you trust me, Zhan Hanjue?" Ye Ningwan seized the moment to ask.

His face stern, he replied, "At such times, does it matter? Trust or not, what difference does it make?"

"If you trust me, even if I die here, I’ll rest in peace. If you don’t trust me, I won’t be able to rest even in death," Ye Ningwan said.

She kept talking about death, unaware of how heavy these words weighed on him.

"I won’t let you die. Soon, I’ll hold you close, and you’ll hide in my arms. I’ll get you out," Zhan Hanjue said firmly.

Ye Ningwan hesitated, "But, doing that would mean your death."

Bursting through the flames, using himself as a barrier, he would be burned to death.

Even if not killed, he would be severely burned.

"You saved my life once; this time, I’ll repay," he said with a bitter smile.

Ye Ningwan bewilderedly asked, "What do you mean? When did I save your life?"

"Hold onto my waist."

Ignoring her question, he pulled down the tablecloth, wrapping it around her, planning to carry her out.

Outside, there was a cacophony; clearly, many knew about the fire.

Yet, at the moment, they couldn’t extinguish it nor rescue them.

They had only themselves to rely on.

Ye Ningwan tossed the tablecloth to the ground, grabbed Zhan Hanjue’s hand, and ran inside.

The flames were fiercer inside; was she intending to perish with him?

Outside.

The guests noticed the fire.

Wu and Jin Yingzi, after leaving, were invited to another parlor for tea by the Ye Family.

Initially unwilling to go, they accepted due to Ye Family traditions.

Jin Yingzi frowned.

Wu said, "Such rules exist in Jiangcheng. The deceased are respected, let’s follow the host’s arrangement."

Jin Yingzi had no choice but to follow Wu.

Tingyu was also summoned for the same reason.

The hall where Zhan Hanjue and Ye Ningwan were was the deepest of the Ye Family areas.

The family’s memorial was in the main hall.

It’s hard for those in the main hall to notice the fire, and the parlor Wu and others were in faced away, hence unnoticed.

An accidentally lost guest discovered the thick smoke and alerted others.

Wu and Tingyu dashed outside; the blaze now engulfed the house.

The huge fire barred any entry.

"Get the firefighting equipment, quickly!" Wu shouted.

But the Ye Family’s equipment was defective, utterly useless.

Someone dialed 119, but help was still on the way.

The fire was growing, leaving little hope for those inside.

Jin Yingzi panicked, trying to rush in but was stopped by Wu.

"Are you crazy? That fire is too intense! Do you have a death wish?"

"If Mr. Zhan dies, we’re doomed!" Jin Yingzi retorted.

Wu frowned deeply.

But the fire was too intense to penetrate.

Tingyu was equally frantic.

The young master entrusted Ye Ningwan to her, ensuring her safety.

If Ye Ningwan perished, the young master would never forgive her.

But the fire was impenetrable.

"Is there a blanket? I’ll wrap up and charge inside."

"Don’t be rash; it’s impossible to go through such a fire, wrapped or not," others advised.

The fire trucks finally arrived.

Firefighters, armed with hoses and extinguishers, approached to douse the blazing house.

But the fire was too fierce.

Even with all the equipment, they couldn’t fully stop the flames.

The building quickly collapsed.

Viewing the ruin, Wu, Jin Yingzi, Tingyu, and others felt despair.

Even if extinguished, Zhan Hanjue and Ye Ningwan were likely reduced to ashes.

Ye Henghui wailed in grief, "Father, you’ve passed yet can’t leave Ningwan be! Though you doubted her identity, she truly is of Ye Family. Why won’t you let her go and insist on taking her?"

His cries prompted suspicion that Mr. Ye set the fire to take Ye Ningwan.

"Heard Mr. Ye disliked this granddaughter. Abandoned her in the countryside, tried repeatedly against her. Her strong luck let her escape. But even in death, he sought to take her."

"Indeed, such deep hatred. Poor Zhan Hanjue, caught in this misfortune."

Guests murmured, mostly agreeing with Ye Henghui.

Many believed the suspicious fire was Mr. Ye’s last attempt to bring his granddaughter.

"What now?" Jin Yingzi wept, kneeling.

Wu, fists clenched tight, veins bulging, grabbed Ye Henghui’s collar in fury, "Did you set this fire deliberately?"

"Don’t talk nonsense. We were in the main hall, preparing for the funeral. Impossible to set a fire. Must be my father’s unrest about Ningwan, taking her after death. Your Mr. Zhan was unfortunate, accompanying them," Ye Henghui maintained.

Many believed him, but others didn’t.

At least Wu and Tingyu disbelieved.

They seethed, tempted to beat Ye Henghui for spouting lies, stirring trouble.

But this was at the Ye Family.

Surrounded by many Ye Family members, Wu had to release his grip.

"Don’t believe us? Report to the police, let them handle it," Ye Xuan intervened.

"Right, second sister is correct. Reporting to the police is wise."

Suddenly, Ye Ningwan’s voice echoed.

All were startled.

Especially Ye Xuan and Ye Henghui, they were terrified, pale with fear.

Daylight, was Ye Ningwan’s ghost speaking?